I don’t know what’s gotten into me this week, but no posting love was felt. Its seems to be a generalized malaise with some other bloggers too.
Thanks to all the interview mojo dua that everyone has sent. I have second interview next weekend and I have homework and reading to do in the meantime. I don’t know exactly when I am supposed to do this, but I guess I will find time.
Have I ever extolled the vitures of Papa Murphy’s to anyone here? Its the pizza place where you buy the fresh pizza, take it home and bake it there. Super yum. Good coupons too. We love getting their gourmet vegetarian (tonight was the first time in ages we got one) and it super duper good. Its got zuchinni on it and artichoke hearts, amongst others. Too bad I can’t get free pizza by talking about it here.
Hamza and I have finally come to a compromise about the going to bed thing. We are trying some new wind-down techniques such as turning off the lights, watching a video (usually Thomas the Tank Engine) and then popping into bed where he throws a token tantrum (its just for show) and falls asleep alone in his bed. Alhamdulillah. I guess it was just a transition.
Speaking of Hamza, we are going to get his ear checked out on Monday at the doc because he’s been tugging on it really consistantly for a couple of days. We have to watch because he used to have a habit of just holding his ears for no good reason. I think that was before he found out that there were other things to hold onto that are much more fun, rewarding and socially unacceptable to mommy.
We have had some decent milestones recently:
1. Hamza is starting to brush his own teeth. I’ve been doing it for him but he really wants to do it himself. I follow up just to make sure everything gets hit.
2. He will only use minty adult toothpaste. Its weird, but he likes it.
3. We got a #2 in the Baby Bjorn yesterday! Too bad he likes making #1 on the carpet now that he knows he can point and shoot…
4. Falling asleep alone in his own bed without me in the room.
I have bored you all to death, but I am not done. I have diarrhea of the fingers now that I started! Mwahahahhahah.
I need some advice (I get a twinge asking for that) about children’s bedrooms. Our present arrangement in the house has Hamza’s bed in our own bedroom and he sleeps with us for half the night. My family visited last weekend and gave me grief about it, how he’s going to be clingy, that he’s going to rule our lives, run roughshod over us and that he will be emotionally/mentally damaged by not having his own room apart from us. What say you to this? Our living situation does permit us to give Hamza his own room. We are using the second room right now as a musalla, computer room, study room and sometimes second bedroom depending on what time hubster gets home from work. Personally, I am fine with our current arrangement. I think Hamza is too. Everyone we meet thinks that Hamza is a doll, that he’s very well advanced in his speech and other milestones, and is generally a well adjusted child with parents that wanted to do attachment parenting but settled on co-sleeping instead. Although giving children their own rooms is a norm here in the N.A., I think its very extravagent to give a 2 year old 150 square feet and his own bathroom to play with and enjoy. I would love to hear input from both sides.
I went to Jumuah yesterday thanks to an obnoxiously early appointment (cough 430 am cough) at work. It was nice and the khutba was good and SHORT like its supposed to be. The only bad part of doing Jumuah at ISNA is that groups like to come and observe the animals in their natural habitat and that irks me. Yesterday had two classes of college students (I can handle those) and about 100 fundagelicals from some conference that is here in town. Dang, they were everywhere. I tried to sort of hide out in the sisters’ balcony but the invaded there too. I just hate feeling like I am on display. I have this little moments where I wonder what they are thinking about what we are doing. The air-conditioning was out yesterday afternoon as well and I can just about hear them thinking “oh, those poor ladies, wearing all those clothes. Shame on their husbands for being so mean!!” Maybe thats a bit dramatic, but you get the gist. Maybe I should go visit a United Methodist Church sometime, sit in the back pew and answer when questioned, “I just wanted to remember why I stopped being a Christian.” May God forgive me for a facetiousness. I have a mean streak.
I hope my super post has satisfied your weeklong thirst…
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